If Words Could Save Us
if words could save us (and they can,
my darling) i would whisper in the
chambers of your ears every wistful
sound (like the warblings of the wood
thrush) until (my wren) even the small
boys whose voices are like angels
would cry for more, and you (my swan)
would sigh like the sun setting behind
the ocean floor.
if touch could save us (and it does,
my dove), i would take the wounds
of time and touch them all until the
soul (my sweetness) shines with
all the light of God in the newness
of now. Healing is the only
language of love (my lamb) and
wherever i have touched, the tree
that grows will be blessed (my bliss)
and the fruit of that tree will be
life (my love) the fruit of that tree
will be life.
by Anthony Abbott
Class of '53
Everytime I read it, it just makes me want to cry with a feeling of the love and hope he expresses.
Just wanted to share with you all. Wouldn't even a part of this be wonderful on a sampler?
I want to thank those of you who are faithful friends and who continue to comment despite the fact that I have no pictures recently....camera issues.... :)